His forearms are roped, and each time he’s rolled his sleeves up, I’ve noticed the same large wristwatch.
If he didn’t display such condescending behavior toward me, I might find him attractive.Instead, I don’t.
Mostly.
“Is there someone else joining us?”I ask, imagining all that food arriving.
Zander walks to the sofa and sits with a sigh, as if I’m the most annoying person in history.
“No,” his answer is almost a growl.
God, it’s going to be a long night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ZANDER
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Istretch out my legsand nudge the empty pizza box aside, then glance at my Rolex.
It’s late.
For a business meeting.
But not my first, and it won’t be my last.
Watching Courtney pad across my office, returning from my private bathroom in her bare feet—her shoes long ago kicked off—I take in her painted toes.
Since when do I have a toe fetish?
Tonight, apparently.
Her coral-painted nails draw me like a moth to a flame.Add in the way she’s pulled up her hair in a messy bun and exposed her long, slim neck, and I almost messaged Terrance a minute ago telling him he’d need to drive me to the Obsidian Club once we were done here.
A top-class blow job will sort out my current issue.
